( This is a tribute to the works of David Pekrul )

Your hidden voice is hidden no more.
Your words have been spewed upon the floor.
Limericks and many poems that are funny.
Love poems you have written for your honey.

Labour, politics and Industry, too!
Poems about spirituality, what God means to you.
Stories of human drama and some of reflection.
There's even a miscellaneous section!

Looking back to laugh, He sees from afar.
I lost my mind in Vegas, where'd I park my car?
Who's got milk, but be sure to beware,
don't back up, did you see The three bears?

One small voice, Our lives are an open book.
A child is a wonder, if you know where to look.
The beat knows my name, noises in my head.
I do love my Canada, Small town U.S.A. I dread.

My time counts for something, life is a dance.
Eyes Up ahead, The moonshine runners got a chance!
And The railroad bum, is looking for a dollar.
Love crazy in The asylum makes The prisoner holler.

Some limericks, more limericks, Read between the lines.
The handyman Frozen with fear, is what we find.
When Wacky Jacky's with The late Mr. Brown,
The pest and Rufus the dufus sing The ice blues, all over town.

GeeBee the rooster will work The graveyard shift.
The leaders of corruption gave Public disorder a lift.
Canada what are you thinking, The day is done.
Blind leaders take The commute, Corporate downsizing has won.

I'm lonely, Alive and fighting, I've had too much to drink.
Just infatuation? One of the lucky ones I think.
Wow! A love story, She's a classic, I love you.
Blessed Another day, Mending fences is what I do.

Don't say I never loved you though I'm letting you go,
First love and A simple life is Skin deep don't you know.
Childhood memories, The Huck Finn in us all.
Good-ol-boys on the farm Snow rush in the fall.

My words a mountain majesty, What's in a breath?
The heart of a poet, but only the Imagination's left.
Visiting Aunt Maud, just a barn full of hay.
As Words and Freedom are lost in a Bank of clay.